PS 



w& 



jma? 



l A%%A 



*«*: 



tmHtmnw 



'MmwOimiA 






wnn inn mm' ' 



AO^M/u/^'WV 



B^Vi^A 



fi 'A 1 n lAA'VM ' . A.A/^ M - A '"•■■ 



3AVM 






^ AAA' 1 ■; 






wm*S^^ 



imMSSmM 






LIBRA r OF CONGRESS. 



Shelf -W' 14-ff fc> 



UNITED iATES OF AMERICA. 



WtaMtaM 



WAAmA*^ 



OTw^Vw 






*l(rf^ 



M^^o^ito; 



«^ 



WRfi'^MAfi*. 






ftAfiAil, 



wm; 



a"a* "^a.a 



vyWYW; 



^B^^^ 



MW.fWUA 



W^la 



1 K.A.AA,,, 



■ . . .A . MO SA-'A JA ^.A/^ 



^\irtft 



A • I* 

A- . *. .nAii.-.:,. .'"■.. 



^;&^^^^/1 



I A^A*ft 






VA •%' A A ^ 

A MA AA AaA. 



\ ^ , -7-r^>" v^'VaaA^ - n AA AA *-**'• 

AV*- • •;-••:-•'•: .^aaaa ?% \ - 

i. iA^AA^ *A^VSi 



'a a A A' '•' A 



\$WfftyQi 



y$W<! 



AA AA 






■ 1 v n A . Mi ' aa ^ - .ii , 



$8iM& 



: %^A : /^>/^:y. 



,^A*AA 



<M^A 



? '*'^AA A QX^SN* 



^«^Qii 






Wdmm/k 






- -,- 



V A ' 






.llll, 1,1 i . mmm 











We ring the bells and we raise the strain, 
We hang up garlands everywhere, 
And bid the tapers twinkle fair, 
And feast and frolic — and then we go 

Back to the same old lives again. 

Susan Coolidge. 






- 









'I ■ ^l^*W7IB^PWpp 



*— — 



— ■■ ■» — - ~M*tim+*L-+ ..._^. i.. .. 



■ iiC-i i iwM 11 



fl I50M0AY SQUtfERIR 



FRIEFJSSBIP fl^S HFFEG5FI0F). 



p G©IleGti©i^ ©f Ghpisbmas f ©ems, 



COPYRIGHT, 

JAMES T. WHITE & C 

23 D-urcnt St., San Francisco. 




' 1/ / , 'T 



it 




7T 



" ■ » —. 







jLA_ 



V3 -a \ 
•1^1 VU 



/i 








ft (sHI^ISTMAS (9HIME. 



The Christmas bells, in sweet chimes, still 
Ring, "Peace on earth, to men good will " 

-~" : - May His peace rest on thee, and keep 
**m^_ p or t ] iee t ] ia t happy, blissful sleep 

He giveth his beloved; and bless 
-TThee with abiding happiness ! 






3> 



:^::>ii*J-'- 



kt • Tw ^- 



■H 



i 




The Christmas bells ring sweet and clear, 
The loving thoughts of all the year. 

Dear friend, at "Merrie Christmas" time, 
This wish for thee comes in the chime 
Of Christmas bells, which bring to me 
Such sweet remembrances of thee. 







BHB 




■■> 



V3> 






m?m 



: ^-: 



SX 



*> 



Ring out, ring out, happy bells, 
The circling love His birth foretells ! 

And waft to her the chimes that well 
From every belfry tower : and tell 

Her how my heart with love now swells. 

To hear again these Christmas bells. 



JN , .*i 







tUkmm^umMmmttm^M 










,xr: . -^3Blb 



"1 



X- .-%* : 




Ring out, sweet bells, the peace 
that dwells 
Above, and love in us compels 

"fell her, my thoughts can ne'er abide 
Apart from her, at Christmas tide ; 
But, like the Love the season tells, 
Enfold her in the Christmas bells. 



s. 



77 



i : ™ 



r 



P (©HI^IS^MAS GREETING. 



" With the sound of bells through the wintry day. 

There awaketh a voice in me, 
And my thoughts to the absent flutter away, 

With the sound of the bells set free ! 
O tongues of the bells, whence notes so fair 

Of hope, of peace ascend, 
No fairer message to Earth ye bear, 

Than I to the absent send !" 




^ 



— 



' " ■■ — 



"' '-r- 



* A-* 



_J . — — 



Thoughts. 



On the clear canvas of the sky unrolled 
What fairy landscapes often meet our view ! 

Cloud castles edged with battlements of gold, 
Snow mountains ranged above a lake of blue. 

So in the cloudy regions of my thought 

I build fair structures, dear, for thee to-night ; 

Fancy their wondrous masonry has wrought, 

And Hope has crowned them with her golden light. 

And like white ridges piled above 

Those depths of blue, so clear and fathomless, 
From out the deep, still waters of my love 

Rise my best wishes for thy happiness. 






' " .-■*>— r- *m ii i. 







I 




^.%^- 



■ 



5appy Hew '(/bap,.' 




Another flower this day I bring — 
A "Happy New Year" offering : 
Perchance it may a fragrance leave, 
That will a perfumed memory weave 
Through all the year now opening. 






T 










il 



. 



•'■•■ 






ijy 



i__f 



This day to you fond wishes wing. 
Dear friend, may their sweet blossoming 
In Life's fair garland interweave 
Another flower ! 




' 






I 



^i 




*?■$* 






And may a quiet fragrance cling 
To every flower the kind fates fling 

About your path. Ne'er cause to grieve 
May your contented heart receive, 
And each succeeding year but bring 
Another flower ! 



^ 



. 



- 3&t% 




2 ^ 






; " ' " I i " t 







(^h^istmas Thoughts. 



As reapers bring the first fruits of the year — 
A prisoned sunbeam in each golden ear, 
A dewdrop cradled in each luscious globe, 
A zephyr pinioned in each leafy robe : 
So do I bring the harvest of the heart, 
Of every wish and deed the worthiest part — 
And on this day, when dearest Memories meet, 
Do lay a soul's fruition at your feet." 



, — ^ 



— 



.— ^^_ 



(sh^isjfmas Wishes. 



Fond wishes I send thee; 
May Memory lend thee 
Glad thoughts to attend thee, 
Thy Christmas to bless; 

May Friendship e'er cling to thee ; 
May Love's sweet voice sing to thee, 
And the future but bring to thee 
Life's fondest caress ! 

Though the Merrie Christmas season find us 
Far apart, and sundered more and more, 

Yet the farewell always lies behind us, 
And the welcome always lies before." 



■>»&W*v?f??rPr " r , i' -»r 



, ' ' ' " " f t ■*'■ ! 


















v 



, f / 



To thee and thine 

A health, friend, 
And a Merrie Christmas tide. 

And peace and joy, 

And wealth, friend, 
For aye with thee abide. 






"~C\ 



s? - ■■■ 



nWfflWBW^^^fflHHMBBSRHHOa 



p Gh^istmas Song. 



Merrily, oh ! Merrily, oh ! 

Laugheth the leaf of the mistletoe; 
Verily, oh ! Verily, oh ! 

Love's in the berry, and round we go ! 

Whether it aims with new-made darts, 
Whether it joins long sundered hearts, 

Fetter or nutter, or send a calm glow, 
Love's in the berry, and round we go! 

May it round you go, 

Love that is care's best foe; 
Love, Pleasure, Peace, 
May these increase 

Daily and yearly, as round we go !" 






■WUHffl 



*« i i nmt *,m*mmmmmmam 



MMMB 



1 








(QlSiPLETOE. 

The Mistletoe's the worst of weeds — 
My cheeks grow red as cherries, 

To think of half the awful deeds, 
Performed beneath its berries. 

I call on each philanthropist 

To aid my bold endeavor, 
(That hapless maids no more be kissed) 

To root it out forever. 

In oak or apple, elm or beach, 
We'll tear it from its socket — 

We'll only spare a bit for each 
To carry in his pocket." 






1 



i. 












I 



I 



TH^^^TY" 






mrvfrrm 



^wm/u 



AAA/V'V 



^M/m 



'? r ."jA/v 



vmr\r\^%^ 






PJ** 



H^^^^a, a/V 



VU/K.«fl> 



$^<& $MJv, ^>.^^ 



i««^^ : ^ld0l9dA 



* ,^ % 



OOOAA* 



mAiA'VUaa, 



WW^f^'^m^ 



^^IWa,^ 









1 ^,% = § .;r 












m'i ;Attw 



Wa#U« 



y^« 



/./lA/Vsfl.fl. 



111 



1*aA' V a V ^"~'~ ?*; I 



*^.,/b-^ 






• '^.'"n/IHA 






yfh^ 



AW* 



¥" SMK 



AWV 



a 









' M 



A/V «4:4taA 



^fifo* 



A^L/V^A/% * 



.ftfff\ 

Mm 



*ri&tjm&3 



**A*fa 



u^W 



a /i - r ,a 






'mmm^^mm^ 



mm 



*/V ' -A* 



*/%A%W"£ 



•aA-MA 



V' V v' ■-■, ■ 

:*% „A fl ?«S*e W?'« V- ' A '-'- -V A ^ M 



°^A. 






LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 





